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01-21-2002, 07:52 PM
Jinny and Magda were driving around with nothing to do when suddenly Magda exclaims: OMG that kid over there is smoking pot.
Jinny not really interested just glances at Magda and slowly mumbles: So, why do I care?
Magda appalled at Jinny: Jinny it is our job to up hold the law.
Jinny: Magda give the kid a break he only looks like he is 16.
Magda: Jinny pull over I am going to arrest him.
Jinny: Magda, just cam down. You know what, fine if you insist on talking to this kid why don’t you let me handle it.
Magda: Fine.
Slowly Jinny pulls over the car and jumps out and sits next to the kid. He gets up to run but then sees Magda right in front of him.
Frantically he tries to explain to Jinny: Look, this isn’t mine. I was just trying it okay. I have never done this before…
Jinny raises her hand to cut the kid off, and asks do you mind if I tale you a moral.
Both Magda and the kid are confused at this point, but Jinny who is to tired to care goes on: There once was a teenage boy, about the same age as you that decide he wanted to do drugs. So one day he cut school and went home early. He walked in the front door and in his pothead excitement forgot to close the front door. So he went into the living room and started to smoke his pot. A couple of minutes later his father who had started to feel sick came home early to find the front door was open and his house smelled of icky pot. So he picked up the biggest rock he had in his front yard and went screaming into the house, with the rock held over his head. And before he could see that the pothead was his son he dropped the massive rock onto his head crushing him to death. So do you know the moral of the story?
The kid who was to afraid to speak just shock his head no.
J: Fine I will tell you. The moral of the story is don’t do drugs you might get stoned, literally.
So consider yourself lucky that I don’t carry a rock on me.
Suddenly a look of pure horror went across the kid’s face.
J: Oh, don’t worry. Just consider yourself warned, you understand?
The kid could still not bring himself to talk so he just nodded.
J: Okay then. Get the hell out of here.
The kid slowly got up then ran as fast as he could to get away.
Jinny started to laugh extremely hard until she noticed the enraged look on Magda’s face: What? Was all she could say through her laughter.
M: That is what you consider handling it.
J: Oh Mag, clam down the kid didn’t do any harm.
M: Fine, but I can’t believe you told him a moral.
J: Hey you have to admit that it was funny.
M: Well yeah, but don’t do it again.
J: Fine, Fine, Fine was all Jinny said as she walked back to the car still laughing.
J: Hey why don’t you drive I don’t think I can handle it right now.
Jinny went home after her shift that night still gleaming about her moral, and knowing that she never saw that kid smoke pot again.
The End
Jinny not really interested just glances at Magda and slowly mumbles: So, why do I care?
Magda appalled at Jinny: Jinny it is our job to up hold the law.
Jinny: Magda give the kid a break he only looks like he is 16.
Magda: Jinny pull over I am going to arrest him.
Jinny: Magda, just cam down. You know what, fine if you insist on talking to this kid why don’t you let me handle it.
Magda: Fine.
Slowly Jinny pulls over the car and jumps out and sits next to the kid. He gets up to run but then sees Magda right in front of him.
Frantically he tries to explain to Jinny: Look, this isn’t mine. I was just trying it okay. I have never done this before…
Jinny raises her hand to cut the kid off, and asks do you mind if I tale you a moral.
Both Magda and the kid are confused at this point, but Jinny who is to tired to care goes on: There once was a teenage boy, about the same age as you that decide he wanted to do drugs. So one day he cut school and went home early. He walked in the front door and in his pothead excitement forgot to close the front door. So he went into the living room and started to smoke his pot. A couple of minutes later his father who had started to feel sick came home early to find the front door was open and his house smelled of icky pot. So he picked up the biggest rock he had in his front yard and went screaming into the house, with the rock held over his head. And before he could see that the pothead was his son he dropped the massive rock onto his head crushing him to death. So do you know the moral of the story?
The kid who was to afraid to speak just shock his head no.
J: Fine I will tell you. The moral of the story is don’t do drugs you might get stoned, literally.
So consider yourself lucky that I don’t carry a rock on me.
Suddenly a look of pure horror went across the kid’s face.
J: Oh, don’t worry. Just consider yourself warned, you understand?
The kid could still not bring himself to talk so he just nodded.
J: Okay then. Get the hell out of here.
The kid slowly got up then ran as fast as he could to get away.
Jinny started to laugh extremely hard until she noticed the enraged look on Magda’s face: What? Was all she could say through her laughter.
M: That is what you consider handling it.
J: Oh Mag, clam down the kid didn’t do any harm.
M: Fine, but I can’t believe you told him a moral.
J: Hey you have to admit that it was funny.
M: Well yeah, but don’t do it again.
J: Fine, Fine, Fine was all Jinny said as she walked back to the car still laughing.
J: Hey why don’t you drive I don’t think I can handle it right now.
Jinny went home after her shift that night still gleaming about her moral, and knowing that she never saw that kid smoke pot again.
The End